"Roar... whimper..."
Liang Zhaohuang sent out an illusory Golden Lotus to support Liang Zhaoyu and the others, and the spiritual power in his dantian immediately began to run short. The black tiger formed by the Black Tiger Sword let out a roaring whimper, nearly collapsing outright and reverting to its sword form.
Liang Zhaohuang hurriedly took out another Spirit Ginseng Pill and swallowed it, replenishing his supply of spiritual power.
"Hiss! Hiss..."
That giant python Spirit Demon was savage and frenzied. Though it possessed little intelligence, under its relentless, berserk assault, the black tiger's interceptions were breached several times.
Liang Zhaohuang had no choice but to intervene repeatedly. Red Lotus, Golden Lotus, second-tier spirit talismans—every strike further drained his already barely sustainable spiritual power.
He swallowed Spirit Ginseng Pills one after another like candy beans, but in truth, because he had taken too many pills in such a short time, pill toxicity had already begun to slowly erupt. His dantian felt as though it were cramping, his mouth was full of bitterness and astringency, and even the rusty tang of blood rose in his throat.
Liang Zhaohuang estimated that once the array was set up, he would be unable to fight at full strength for the next several days. He would have to devote half his time and energy to regulating his dantian, spiritual power, and body.
This would undoubtedly further reduce the Liang Family's gains from this Spirit Cauldron Secret Realm expedition.
Time trickled by, each moment seeming like a year.
Python hisses, bird cries, beast roars, explosions of flame, cracking earth, the sharp ring of metal, crashing waves!
All manner of sounds and every shade of spiritual light exploded in Liang Zhaohuang's ears, before his eyes, and within his Spiritual Sense, as though everything were utter chaos.
Yet